Treasure Island

Hugh McCrae

(4 October 1876 - 17 February 1958 / Melbourne)

A Bridal Song


SHE is more sparkling beautiful
Than dawn-light seen thro’ tears
The weeping worlds of Paradise
Shed down upon the spheres.

Her eyes are bright and passionate
With love’s immortal flame—
The flowers of a wildwood tree
In petals write her name.

Her breath of life ’s so wondrous sweet
The bees halt, in amaze,
Their streaming honey-laden fleet
Above the meadow ways;

And every little singing thing
Atween the breasted hill
And God’s high-vaulted cloistering
Upraises with a will

Paeans of laud, and cheery chaunts
Of her, who now is mine—
Queen-Angel of angelic haunts
Thro’ months of mead and wine.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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